KELLY THOMPSON'S POV
My silhouette melded with the carved archway as I lingered for a heartbeat, observing her. Elara's presence filled the chamber, a testament to her might and knowledge in the arcane ways of our kind. With the weight of our pack's future resting on my shoulders, I stepped forward, the echo of my resolve resounding against the stone walls.
"Elara Windrider," I began, my voice threading through the air between us—a cascade of warmth edged with the steel of necessity. "Thank you for coming! Your wisdom is as renowned as the tales of your conquests. I am honored by your presence here."
She turned to face me fully, her eyes like shards of obsidian, sharp and penetrating. The coolness of her gaze belied the subtle nod she offered in response. It was a dance of decorum we both understood well—the balance between courtesy and the unyielding nature of those who lead.